In a harp’s song, the strings flow
Pulling at moments, to gently go
Beyond the last note, light as air
Tumbling thoughts without care
Seeking time to abandon matter
A heart’s hymn, heaven’s patter
Pouring through a golden frame
A circle, where Earth brings rain
Crashing waves, God in thunder
Around, then through, to under
Notes resolving, one to another
Nothing diminished, like mother
In the end, love will rise as yeast
Feeding each other, first to least
In a harp’s song, the music sows
©Kathy Paysen 2012
